Dennis Quaid Is Here

When you read these words, I will be with the teenagers. I hope they like me and I hope they don’t fall asleep, roll their eyes without pause, or text furiously during my talks. In short, I hope they are more polite than I was as a teenager. I’ll let you know how it goes.

In the meantime, I have felt the need to laugh lately. I think it’s winter. Winter and I are on bad terms. I only liked him hanging around for a little while but I’m really sick of him now. He bugs me. And I want to feel my toes when I go outside but Winter keeps stepping on them.

Plus, I have become a little loony and have started creating season-people in my head.

I wish Summer would come over. We were so close a few months ago, hanging out all the time, going for walks at sunset, eating ice cream in the park. Now she just lets my calls go straight to voicemail.

See what I mean? I need some laughter around here.

For whatever reason, this does it every time. Enjoy Dennis. And you have my full permission to start announcing your presence when you enter a room. Try it. And then send me the video. Winter and I will watch it together.